Hideaway Strath To each their own

He tries to ask her what’s wrong, he gets nothing but a huff of a groan in return. When he laps at her head, she snaps those beautifully pale eyes up at him, but there’s something so terribly wrong. She’s got a pained, thousand yard stare, as if she doesn’t even see him. His ears lie flat and he looks down at her with raw concern displayed in his own golden irises, expression twisted up in concern too. 

“Whri-“ He begins to say.

Then she stands up, dragging paws against the ground. A pink tongue falls from a stress panting mouth and he back up to give her space and to see where’s she’s moving. She only paces and it’s then his eyes move to inspect her further. 

Then a sickening, wet plop hits his auds along with the midnight woman’s pained growls and pants. When he looks down he pales at the sight of how big the pup is. And there’s no mistaking it. It is definitely a puppy.

Everything connects then. The bloody and gristle covering her maw and the far away, terrified, and pained look in her eyes says everything. She ate the first one. He wonders if it was born still just as this one seemed to be. It’s then that his morbid curiosity gets the better of him. Approaching the unmoving child, still wrapped in its birthing sack, he nudges it with a nose, even tears it from the protective layer around it. Meanwhile, Whrist paces away and Don risks trying to nudge and lick the babe like he’d seen Simmik and Nyra do.

Nothing. 

After much too long he steps back, eyes stuck to the dead child. There’s nothing he can do for it now. He has a bigger problem: the mother. 

Fearing for her health he rips his gaze off of the pup and moves over to Whrist. Hoping to bring her back into the present with his touch, he softly brushed his body along hers, giving her a place to lean on. 

“Whrist.” He whispers to her. “Are you okay, love?” The question is not shallow in the least. He’s obviously very concerned, but he doesn’t want to stress her out by him stressing out. Trying to stay as calm as possible, he nudges the crown of his skull against her. Hoping to bring her back to him and help her in any way needed.